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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.