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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.