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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.