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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.