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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.