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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.