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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Magma,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.