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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.