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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.