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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.