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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.