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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.