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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.