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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.