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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Move,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.