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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Suicide,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.