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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Smog,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.