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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.