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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.