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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.