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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Roxette,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.