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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Motions,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Flipper,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.