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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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?
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.