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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.