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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.