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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
cv313,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.