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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Victims,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.