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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.