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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.