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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.