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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.