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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.