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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.