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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.