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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
The Evens,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.