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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Wings,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.