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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
UT,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.