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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.