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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.