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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Wings,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.