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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
MC5,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.