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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.