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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.