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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.