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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.