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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
UT,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.