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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Faust,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.