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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.