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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.