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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.