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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.