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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.