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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.