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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Fall,
Franke,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.