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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.