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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.