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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.