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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.