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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.