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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Moebius,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.