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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Wire,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.