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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.