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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.