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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.