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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
CMW,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.