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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.