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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.