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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.