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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Wire,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.