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 India and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.