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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.