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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.