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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.