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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Can,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.