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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.