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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.