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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Wire,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.