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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.