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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.