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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.