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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.