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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Franke,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.