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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.