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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
AZ,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.