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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.