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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.