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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.