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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.