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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Can,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.