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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.