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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.