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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.