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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Aswad,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.