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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.