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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Index,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.