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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.