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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.