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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.