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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.