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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.