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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.