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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.