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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.