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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Television,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.