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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Television,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.