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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.