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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Names,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.