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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.