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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.