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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.