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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Index,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.