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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.