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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.