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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.