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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.