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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.