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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.