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 Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Quantec,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.