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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.