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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.