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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.