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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.