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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.