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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.