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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.