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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.