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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.