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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.