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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.