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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.