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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.