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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.