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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.