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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.