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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.