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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.