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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.