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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Technova,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.