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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.