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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.