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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.