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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
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.