Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.