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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.