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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.