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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Swans,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
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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.