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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.