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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.