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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Davy DMX 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Visage,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.