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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.