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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.