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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Q65,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.