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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.