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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Brick,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.