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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.