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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.