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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.