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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.