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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.