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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.