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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.