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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Japan,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.