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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Franke,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.