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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.