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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.