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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.