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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.