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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.