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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Japan,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.