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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.