Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.

All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

In Retrospect, Eden Ahbez, Juan Atkins, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Maleditus Sound, Scan 7, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Babytalk, Robert Wyatt, Bootsy Collins, Kevin Saunderson, Television Personalities, The Buckinghams, Absolute Body Control, Cybotron, Isaac Hayes, Roy Ayers, Erykah Badu, Cal Tjader, Malaria!, The Evens, Urselle, Fear, Swell Maps, Make Up, The Real Kids, Quantec, Heavy D & The Boyz, Matthew Bourne, Bush Tetras, Crime, Derrick Morgan, Sandy B, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Hot Snakes, Barrington Levy, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Leaves, Sonny Sharrock, Bauhaus, D'Angelo, Tears for Fears, 8 Eyed Spy, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Angry Samoans, Ultra Naté, The Five Americans, Flipper, Can, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Jacob Miller, Dark Day, Smog, Nick Fraelich, Arcadia, John Lydon, New York Dolls, Radiopuhelimet, Jeff Lynne, Black Bananas, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, It's A Beautiful Day, Altered Images, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)