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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Count Five to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.