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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.