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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.