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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.