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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Index,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.