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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.