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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.