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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.