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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.