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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.