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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.