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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.