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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.