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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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?
June Days,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.