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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.