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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.