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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.