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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar 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?
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.