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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.