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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.