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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
the Association,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.