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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.