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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.