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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.