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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.