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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.