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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.