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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
X-102,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.