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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.