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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.