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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.