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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.