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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.