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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.