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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.