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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.