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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Dark Day 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.