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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.