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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.