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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
cv313,
Monolake,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.