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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
ABBA,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.