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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.