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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.