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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.