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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.