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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.