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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.