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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.