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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Monolake,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.