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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.