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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.