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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
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.