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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.