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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Index,
Gang Green,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.