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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.