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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.