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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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?
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.