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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.