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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.