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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.