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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.