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 Austria and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.