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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.