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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.