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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.