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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.