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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.