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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.