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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.