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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.