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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.