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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.