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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.