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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Swans,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.