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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
ABBA,
AZ,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.