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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.