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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.