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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.