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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.