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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.