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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.