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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Pole,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.