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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Echospace,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.