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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.