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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.