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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.