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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.