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 Panama 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.