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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.