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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Scion,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.