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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.