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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.