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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.