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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.