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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.