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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.