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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.