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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.