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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.