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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Toasters to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.