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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.