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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.