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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.