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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.