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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.