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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.