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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
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.