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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.