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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.