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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.