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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.