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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.