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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.