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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.