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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.