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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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?
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.