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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.