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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.