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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.