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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.