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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
the Association,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.