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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.