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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.