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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.