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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.