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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.