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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.