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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.