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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Move,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.