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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.