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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.