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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Litter to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Happenings,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
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.