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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.