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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.