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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
10cc,
Niagra,
Smog,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.