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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.