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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.