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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.