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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.