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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.