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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.