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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.