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 Albania 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
JFA,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.