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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.