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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.