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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.