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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.