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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.