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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.