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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.