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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.