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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.