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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.