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 Canada 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.