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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.