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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
The Seeds,
X-102,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.