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 Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.