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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.