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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Television,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.