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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.