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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.