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 China and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.