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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Move,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.