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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.