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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.