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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.