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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.