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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.