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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.