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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Nico,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.