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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Pagans,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.