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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.