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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visage to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.