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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.