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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 a güiro and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.