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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.