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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.