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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.