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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord 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,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.