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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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?
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.