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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.