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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.