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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Can,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.