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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.