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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.