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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.