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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.