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 Burundi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.