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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
John Holt,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.