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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.