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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Scion,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.