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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Nas,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.