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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.