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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.