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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.