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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.