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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Magma,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.