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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.