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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.