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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the grunge 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Gong,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.