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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
a-ha,
UT,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.