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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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?
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.