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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Scion,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.