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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.