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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.