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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.