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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.