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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Organ,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.