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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 snare and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.