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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.