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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.