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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.