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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.