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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.