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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.