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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.