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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.