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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.