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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
PIL,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.