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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.