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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.