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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.