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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.