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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.