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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.