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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.