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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.