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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
UT,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.