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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.