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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Erasure,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.