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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.