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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.