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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Crime,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.