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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.