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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.