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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.