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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.