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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 10cc to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.