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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.