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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.