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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Index,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.