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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.