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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.