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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
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.