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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.