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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.