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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.