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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.