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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Crime,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.