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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Japan,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.