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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.