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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.