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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.