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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.