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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.