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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.