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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.