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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Franke,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.