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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.