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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Wings,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.