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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.