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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.