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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.