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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.