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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.