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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.