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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.