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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Can,
F. McDonald,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.