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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.