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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
JFA,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.