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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.