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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.