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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.