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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.