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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.