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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.