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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Crime,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.