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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.