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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.