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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.