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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.