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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.