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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.