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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.