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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.