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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.