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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Ronan,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.