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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.