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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.