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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Index,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Brick,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.