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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.