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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.