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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.