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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.