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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.