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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.