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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Fall,
EPMD,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.