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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.