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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Mars,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.