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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.