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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.