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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Neu!,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.