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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.