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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Suicide,
a-ha,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Slave,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.