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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.