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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.