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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Mars,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.