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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.