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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.