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 Liechtenstein 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.