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 India and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.