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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.