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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.