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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.