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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.