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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.