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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Pylon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.