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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.