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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.