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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.