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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.