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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.