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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
The Associates,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.