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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
June Days,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.