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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.