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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.