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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.