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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.