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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.