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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.