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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.