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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Pole,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.