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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.