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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.