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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.