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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.