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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.