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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.