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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.