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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.