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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.